The moon sits high upon
Its polished chrome throne
Casting down a melody
Steady to the beat
And sweet sounds punctures
Souls

Embrace the high king
That sings to dissolve night
Light pierces through my eyes
Resided in the glowing
Cosmos

Show me moon your terminus
Line, finding it's like my scars
Splits us into that which lived
And that which has yet

To experience the solar glow